Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.